Just as a public service announcement I'd like to clarify that I am not Laurel Violet. I'm listening to GIPWTD (awaiting backronym) - I thought it's quite good. I particularly enjoy "Enter Sylvia Plath" as it reminded me of a particular dirty dream. I've been meaning to write ever since Sinister returned. Actually, I've been meaning to write to you for ages. One time, talking to an old Sinisterine (old as in old friend, not age-wise - well, to be fair we're all getting on a bit) I'm pretty sure I boldly claimed that I would write one post a day, and won't stop, until everybody starts to write again. But it seems everybody is back, and I have not yet written a single thing - which saved me a job, but also exposes the fact that I hadn't made the effort to get in touch even more. That is not to say that I do not think of you though, which happens more often than one expects: Every time I ride a bus (very often), or when I listen to TWATTYBUS or FISHYCLAP or the red one with the boring acronym and the blue one with the breast (quite often), or when I go to primrose hill (not frequent) or Scotland (long overdue) or flying to US on adventures with woefully inadequate planning (those were the days). I even went to the LAST EVER ALL TOMORROW'S PARTIES (which later turned out to be only the SECOND LAST EVER, and now turned out not to be even that - but that's another thing altogether) at Camber Sands. What memories of that place, eh? It was pretty weird, actually. Being an ADULT - as much as I pretend not to be one. We brought wine that wasn't the cheapest on offer, and actually made food using that kitchen and went to bed at a respectable time, in my own chalet - come of think of it, it was pretty shit, to be honest, so I'm glad that that was the last ever one (except it fucking even wasn't the last ever one at all, or the second last ever, but that's another thing altogether). What else do I remember? Falling asleep upstairs at the garage. Falling asleep and getting ejected from Tron. Falling asleep on 5 different night buses after Tigermilking at Bar Oporto. Most of those times, I was probably dreaming of you. I have lots more to write, but this is already long. I will write again soon, I promise, and you should too. Ken +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+